Congratulations to Barry Bonds for breaking Rickey Henderson's alltime walk record on Sunday. Now, can Barry and his apologists (yes, they exist) please shut up about the toll his high on-base percentage and outfield tasks take on his chiseled legs?
As his walk totals have skyrocketed in recent years—he's at 2,191 and counting—Bonds has whined about how fatiguing life as an offensive superhero can be. Last week Giants owner Peter Magowan got into the act when asked if Willie Mays's godson will finish his career in San Francisco. "Look at what he goes through, standing at first base and in leftfield all the time," Magowan told the Contra Costa Times. "He never gets to sit on the bench. From his perspective it makes sense to be in the American League [so he can DH]."
Please. Bonds's body is one of the planet's most finely tuned machines. (Hasn't his trainer been in the news a lot lately?) I don't care if he does turn 40 this month. Being erect for the better part of a baseball game isn't that draining. And let's face it: We've seen Bonds play defense lately. Some solar-powered cars burn more energy.
Bonds is way beyond trying to make the public like him. But there are plenty of waitresses and security guards out there who don't want to hear him complain about being on his feet. Not to mention Henderson. Rickey, now 45, is leading off for the Newark Bears of the independent Atlantic League, praying for another shot in the majors. Word is he's even willing to play in the NL.... Duke's campus planners were probably thrilled Mike Krzyzewski snubbed the Lakers. No need now to rename Coach K Court or The K-Lab, which is either Durham's hottest club or Duke's sports medicine facility.